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About Me Member General Poet Henrique Feliciano26/Male/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 6 Years
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SwimmingStill, though others have more skill,  I can lip-read a smile.   
But a useless caution entwines a string,  tethering a balloon.  For courage,  I wash my teeth in wine.   
She smiles until  I'm "it".   
This Greek Fire was a mirage  and the water had always been navigable.  I wade in slowly,  waiting to wet at the waist --  the hardest part for a man.   
Once across,  Her eyes clashed white as a splash  and blue as the water.  Nature had formed beauty and  men were meant to want her.   
For hours we talked,  ensuring the cup Swimming
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Conducing a SparkSkin merges slowly with the soul it shields.  This alloy layer also protects as an outer covering,  for this husk is thin, and a small rip  could intensely travel like electric fissure.   
To see within, I unwrap a thought,  which Society's Hands peel back as aluminum foil.  Though as soon as it is freed,  the Finger's Nail slides along the opinions,  flattening my metallic brilliance  beneath the pressure of a diving thumb.   
The numerous, branching ridges encrust my surface veins,  as a Heavy Nail rapidly cancels bloodflow to the brain.  A spread notion caves.  The Conducing a Spark
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Taut by FeelingsEyes redden and enlarged  when the alphabet left his mind.  The other wisely noticed these signs  before receiving the horns of charge.   
Blanched tassles played with fingers  until red nails smirched the white.  Closed eyes caused sensation to guide  those gliding fingers into tickling her.   
She does not understand why some men  cope with rivals through jostling entanglements.  Meanwhile, a newly tempted stringy suitor dismantles  her societal skin as gravity executes its descent.   
How she loves jutting a playful mitten,  meted up against the bed's sheet whi Taut by Feelings
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Sighing CloudsHis nose is red.   
Sickened by work,  he tires of joyous facades.   
Stepping outside, a cough is his initial breath,  expelling air so cold the lungs reject it.  Sighing leaves clouds which dissipate like dreams.   
For as always, he walks  awkwardly forward,  placing plaintive eyes upon his feet.   
These are large shoes to fill,  all attempts to appear comical.   
His nose is red. Sighing Clouds
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Devious Info

  • Current Residence: Connecticut, USA
  • Interests: stayin active, bass guitar, girls, swimming, good friends, playing tackle football, girls
  • Favourite band or musician: Tool
  • Favourite poet or writer: jose saramago
  • Shell of choice: sunflower seeds
  • Favourite game: TF2
  • Favourite cartoon character: Phaeton (exo squad)
  • Tools of the Trade: honestly? alcohol and women for ideas. Then an unyielding desire to REwrite until im happy.

many prototypes, no finished models

Mon Jul 13, 2009, 10:45 AM
still working on new poems, but i'm pouring my soul into them lately. I write and im unhappy with something, so I revise it a million times but its not the words that were wrong, it was that I wanted deep down to change the very memories I was writing about, change the outcome.

sometimes ones infinite control with choosing the exact words can haunt you, when you couldn't choose which ones to say to who you needed to say it when you had to. I hope you want to understand me but never do, it's healthier for you.

IM CRAZY upbeat in life. I drink alcohol but I dont need it. I go months without it, then enjoy it way too much. Moderation in all things, but I space out the moderation. Instead of one glass of red wine a day, picture 5 one day, none for a week.

picture me posting amazing poetry soon. I'm overdue.

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`nonculture Jun 24, 2009, 4:09:46 PM
Hey, I'm guessing you are still around? Everytime I think you're gone you wind up showing up in a comment somewhere. This joint shows your last submitted work as being in 04, is that correct?

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Breaking entering
The dark and lonely places
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~-henrique- Jul 13, 2009, 9:24:51 AM
Sounds right. I haven't been around really, though I lurk and comment on really good writing when I see it from others.

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"People ask for criticism, but they only want praise." -W. Somerset Maugham
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~manadrake Feb 7, 2009, 5:04:36 PM
So good to hear from you again. To answer your question, its honest...I've been trying to turn over a new leaf in my outlook on life, as unbelievable as that may seem :-P

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"Everyone thinks of changing humanity, but no one thinks of changing himself" - Leo Tolstoy
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~-henrique- Feb 8, 2009, 8:15:29 PM
a hopeful ending then :)

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"People ask for criticism, but they only want praise." -W. Somerset Maugham
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`tmpst24myst Jan 26, 2009, 3:34:31 AM
so... where are you? seriously.

i hope you are living a grand life and being published . and if you are, i want a copy. of course i will pay you, i just want it signed :D.
love dae.
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`tmpst24myst Mar 12, 2008, 8:51:34 AM
Ten weeks, man! Come back already :/

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`tmpst24myst Jul 26, 2007, 5:22:37 PM
:heart:

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